Curiouser and curiouser indeed… Last night I was invited to have a drink after work with Married Guy and my friend (The Other Woman). Which was fine, I needed a shandy (no sniggering please) because I’d just found out that I hadn’t got the gorgeous harbourside flat I had applied for and set my heart on (of course in my mind I had already furnished it in impeccable if eclectic style and had my friends over to admire the view while I cooked tasty nicenesses for us all on the terrace barbeque…).
Anyway, we’re all sitting having a nice chat when suddenly Married Guy decides to up and leave – rather petulantly I thought. He almost flounced. Presumably we weren’t paying him enough attention or something.
She ran after him & persuaded him to come back and so I left them to it, assuming they’d patch it up and go off back to her new place together for the night as they have done for the last week or so (the whole “we’re not sleeping together til he’s divorced/has moved out of his wife’s house” deal predictably didn’t last), but apparently not.
This morning we had a 30 minute tearful (her) and consoling (me) conversation in a corridor here at the office (Dawning realisation: He is weak), followed by her leaving work before lunch to go home in tears, poor girl.
She asked me to talk to him:
“To give him some balls, he’s so spineless. He’s never going to leave his wife. He just doesn’t know what he wants. I need him to make a decision about what he wants.”
So I pointed out – as kindly as possible – that I thought he knew exactly what he wanted, which is to have his cake and eat it.
(Note to self: sometimes I’m too honest. This was one of those times.)
Anwyay, he and I had lunch. He tells me he’s completely over her and doesn’t appreciate being given ultimatums and so they’re finished.
I told him not to be such a prat and to grow up.
(See above note to self)
Then I had a delicious sandwich of Spanish marinated anchovies with rocket and a goat’s milk latte ☺
They’ve been texting each other all afternoon.
I know I shouldn’t allow myself to get involved, but I’m fascinated in that “Oh my god, other people can royally fuck stuff up, too, and I thought I was hopeless” kind of way.
Of course, I do want her to be happy – even though I do feel for her ex-fiance. Married Guy, however, deserves all the poo he gets.